Akira shot up in bed, his heart racing from more than just the afterglow of sex. His mind raced through possibilities, and none of them were good.
Aoi Saito, the cautious, studious class representative, was standing outside his door while Mia was literally dripping with evidence of what they'd just done.
This was a disaster waiting to happen.
Mia was already yanking on her thong aggressively. "Don't you dare open that door," she whispered fiercely, but Akira held up a hand.
"Relax. I'll handle it." He pulled on his joggers quickly, ignoring the sticky mess between his legs and the obvious bulge that hadn't fully subsided. He grabbed a shirt but didn't bother putting it on yet.
"Akira, I swear to…"
"Trust me," he said firmly, meeting her eyes.
The Yandere Lock pulsed between them, and she reluctantly backed down, even though her expression promised murder.
